Leave your shoes at the door

  Have you ever entered a house that you are allowed to wear your shoes inside the home? Footwear is dirty and rightly so, the homeowner prefers that we leave our shoes at the door.  Therefore, we respect their wishes … Continue reading →

The Beautiful

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“Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.” On the other side of the world, make-up is what makes a Chinese opera beautiful. Features of makeup is divided by color: black, white, red, golden and five-color face. Black faces characterize … Continue reading →

Claudia’s story: This is my home.

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I am a landed immigrant from Mexico. I moved to the False Creek are in 1995. Since then I have felt comfortable with this community. I believe that the people who come to the False Creek Community Centre and live … Continue reading →

Because We Are Girls

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Because we are girls Father wants us to stay home Because we are girls Mother wants us to be free Because we are girls Father does not want us to go to school Because we are girls Mother wants us to … Continue reading →

Mosaic of Cultures

The first thing that comes to mind about culture, I think of Mosaic.  

Being an immigrant, Mosaic is the place for new comers to Vancouver.  MOSAIC is a multilingual non-profit organization that helps immigrants and refugees settle and integrate into Canadian society. 

In Vancouver, diversity is important and has different kinds of festivals for different ethnic groups.  The City helps us understand and introduces the new Canadians.  There are various pictures with stories posted along the main areas of those people that share their stories. 

Walking around downtown, I saw this particular picture and I thought they look familiar. As I read their story, I said to myself: “Hey, just a minute now; that is my Grandmother and one of her daughters, my Aunt. Their story was selected as part of the new Canadians.

Lola, Tito & Tita, Cousins

  This particular post, I see it every day on my way to work.

When people ask me what nationality I am, I proudly say, I am Canadian.  Strangely enough, my answer is questioned.  

“Really?” 

“I say really.” 

“Aren’t you a Filipino?” 

“Nope, I am Canadian.” 

Silence for a minute, thinking for another minute and finally they understand what I mean.  

“Ah, I see says the blind mice.  You came from the Philippines and now you are a Canadian.” 

“Precisely.”  That is my final answer.